Why do i think about you still
Why do i feel the way i feel?
Why is it that when it comes to you I'm still so stupid?
Why the hell did we do the things we did?
Man, why the hell am i still so foolish
I know its too late, but I'm still making excuses
I know I'm right, but when i think of everything i feel so guilty
But I'm so stupid, you probably don't even think about me
You have her to share your dreams and fears
You have her to wipe away all of your tears
If you have any, that is if you remember anything
Man, Ive done enough lying to myself, enough excuses for you, enough crying
But why is it that i still want you back?
You got me acting so crazy you got me acting like I'm on crack
The only thing that keeps me sane are these songs
Saying i cant take you back after the way you've done me wrong
So stupid, wanting you knowing your playing games
So stupid, wanting you back knowing things are gonna stay the same
So stupid, I'm so stupid
I must be stupid thinking this
I may want it, but no I'm not taking you back despite what i may feel inside
No, I'm through with the drama, I'm through with excuses, I'm through with crying, I'm through with the lies
I'm proud to say i wont make that mistake again coz I'm strong
I'm proud to say that I'm moving on
But still so many damn f**king stories i can tell
you though you were playing me but you were really playing yourself
You're gonna miss me and as you kiss her neck
I hope you see my face, i hope you remember the words i said
I hope she keeps telling you I'm the one to blame
Coz it hurts so bad that you keep bringing up my name
Coz it hurts so bad that you keep playing games
I hope you remember the way things used to be
And as you kiss her, i hope to GOD you're remembering me
Hey skittles,
this poem was awesome, i really loved it. you could really feel the emotion in it. I especially liked the ending part. but just so you know, I dont think its dumb to want that. it's perfectly normal for a girl to feel. you'll get over this guy whoever he is. and good luck, keep up the good writing. 5/5